Assuming you discount the inevitable sex tapes for blackmail he’d bring to the table.

Tell it to Pony Boy.

Nothing will change if you don’t rise up and act. Plus there’s probably a lot of flesh left on dem bones.

You put some respect on Izzy Alcantara’s name.

Who knows, maybe you’ll wind up sleeping with old goalkeepers.

I think he mistakenly chased the Uruguayan players and was more responsible for the goal than the keeper who was unable to react to half the wall disappearing just as the kick was struck.

In her defense, your thinking would be muddled if you ate iron ore as a kid.

Tony Brothers approve.

Maybe if they hired Jason Kidd?

Valon Behrami’s head looks like a photo negative of Robin van Persie.

Thanks for the reply and thanks for the piece. Perhaps similar to your mixed feelings at the end, growing up my friends and I used McNeeley as a punchline about what we’d now call “Bro Culture”/ the people we’d avoided becoming growing up in New England, so your response has me feeling like a dick for that.

I’m a little sad an article about boxing which mentions answering machines and Peter McNeeley doesn’t have anything about Peter McNeeley’s answering machine. For at least a decade after he was famous for 15 minutes, you could call his number and listen to him say,

Pfft, that’s nothing compared to John Denver.

Sounds like a real sic-o.

I am overwhelmed. It’s like you’re a One Man Gang. Would you say the content is better than Great Kabuki?

Wait, they have WCW in there? Tempting. I haven’t watched wrestling in (grabs Texas Instruments calculator) . . . Wrestlemania IV but for some reason, when my daughter was about a month away from being born I had a freak-out thinking about what a generation gap there will be between us and my first-time parent brain…

the Rockets-Celtics Finals nobody wanted

You are gross, mainly because they make a device to put between you and the kid.

They looked like they were in a 2-3 zone for the second half.

I’ve figured out that Marcus’ heaves go in based on how loudly I yell, “No no no! Marcus!” right beforehand.